tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11363027.post7294290221018839910..comments2024-03-29T07:36:51.933-05:00Comments on driftglass: Birthday Fundraiser Day Four: The Monster's Sweet Perfume Reduxdriftglasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09379167083253389153noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11363027.post-81467020399148247322022-09-11T22:22:46.300-05:002022-09-11T22:22:46.300-05:00I fell under Crazy Aunt Ayn's spell about the ...<i>I fell under Crazy Aunt Ayn's spell about the same time I hit puberty, but started getting over it by my high school graduation, and had left my distant orbit around her warped ideas before I graduated from college.</i><br /><br />I rediscovered this post by Googling "Haruhi-damned", and this paragraph leaped out at me, because my story was a lot like that. It might not have had the happy ending where I escape, except that, during the 1992-3 school year, I started looking back and forth between the Ayn Rand Foundation newsletter and a copy of <i>The Way Things Ought to Be</i> and said to myself "Self, the only difference between the way these two talk about 'the Left' as a monolith is that Limbaugh invokes the name of God to justify his cartoons while the Objectionables use language like 'by the grace of Reality and the nature of Life'." (There may also have been some influence from my homeslice John Barnes's <i>A Million Open Doors</i> in there somewhere.)<br /><br />I think it's still theoretically possible, 30 years later, for someone in the Death Qult to have that kind of cognition, but it would have to be someone who still has direct exposure to media outwith the Puke Funnel. There are, for reasons which it would be otiose at this moment to rehearse, fewer and fewer such people, and likely to be even fewer. All we can do, it seems, is watch a society of snot circle the drain and try not to drown.Neo Tuxedohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15455041641080873400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11363027.post-37621900267827979382014-10-29T00:28:27.998-05:002014-10-29T00:28:27.998-05:00That was hilarious, in your typical inimitable we-...That was hilarious, in your typical inimitable we-are-so-fucked style, that I can only shake my head and wonder if you ever worked near Schenectady, New York. General Electric perfected the management style you describe, and Kurt Vonnegut milked them for short stories and a novel.Horace Boothroyd IIInoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11363027.post-58981972101000918682014-10-28T20:38:49.898-05:002014-10-28T20:38:49.898-05:00I fell under Crazy Aunt Ayn's spell about the ...I fell under Crazy Aunt Ayn's spell about the same time I hit puberty, but started getting over it by my high school graduation, and had left my distant orbit around her warped ideas before I graduated from college.<br /><br />(IIRC, anyway. Many years have passed since then, and memories grow fuzzy.)<br /><br />I have since learned that one may be <i>sent</i> Galt, instead of going Galt. <br /><br />It looks as though I will watch it all burn, whether I wish it or not, if I live long enough (I'm 51). Since, as best I can tell, I can do not one Haruhi-damned thing to stop the collapse, I might as well enjoy the spectacle for whatever depraved entertainment value it affords.Monster from the Idnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11363027.post-44091667637152164982014-10-28T17:51:01.085-05:002014-10-28T17:51:01.085-05:00Yes, if only Galt worked.
Yes, if only Galt worked.<br />ssjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16882597023373182478noreply@blogger.com